Anxiously. Waiting.

Dear Seasons, I would really love to have a new season. This in between winter and spring is getting really old. I will gladly put my boots that I love away for the next few months in order to walk through the grass barefoot. I would also like to feel the fresh air blowing through my hair when I drive. Please, oh please make up your mind which season it is.

Best Regards.

Love,

A girl craving some sunshine